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A wave breaks on a distant shore
and all sound stops
forever.
No voice is carried on the breeze.
No one tells me,
“I’ll be home soon.”
Somewhere on the horizon
a bird flies toward the sun.
But it drops lower,
and darkness is all that’s left
to meet its tired wings.
My feet drag through the sand
and time stops
forever,
No waves break in the night,
and my tears tell me
I’ll never be home again.

Tell Me of A Summer’s Day

Tell me of a summer’s day
when the sunlight shone so bright,
chasing loneliness away
though the day still turned to night.

Tell me of a summer rain,
warm and soft as true love’s touch
that freed me from the searing pain
of longing for you far too much.

Tell me of the summer morn,
when the day broke on our love
that like budding blooms was born
out of something from above.

Tell me, when did darkness fall,
when the rain trurned icy cold,
why the blooms began to fall,
how our love could grow so old?

Tell me of a summer’s day
when a heart now turned to stone
can face the truth I dare not say –
even with you, I am alone.

Where the Sun Shines

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A breeze caresses my cheek
and I hear waves breaking on a sandy shore.
Breathing deep the salty air,
I take one step
into a beam of sun.
And I know that it has shone forever.
I hear your voice
and I walk
until the sand gives way to stone beneath my feet,
and I turn
but behind me is only darkness.
I strain to hear
but no gentle breeze caresses my cheek
on which your voice can carry.
And so I walk
into the darkness
searching for that eternal sun,
though I may never reach the shore.
I will walk
until I feel the sea air blowing,
and hope you will be waiting
in the sunshine.